Date: Mon, 08 Aug 2005 01:02:01 -0600
From: Dream Spinner
Subject: "A Visit To Doctor Redderik: Part Two" (t/t, humiliation, celeb)
Caution/Welcome. Chris Trousdale, with the help of four young fans, gets
his revenge on his former band mates from the defunct Dream Street band
after their assault on him in July. Although incorporating many real
facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real
sexuality of these performers. If you do not like reading gay fantasies
about celebrities or the humiliation of teenage stars, this is where you
stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is
part two of the forty-sixth standalone story in a series of Aaron and
Friends fanfic gay fantasies. This story is posted at gay adult story
sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Permission is not given to
copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites
other than described without the permission of the author. Comments can be
sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
A VISIT TO DOCTOR REDDERIK: PART TWO
"Oh maaaan, if they don't do something soon, I'm going to like totally
burst, right here in the bed," groaned Greg.
"Do you have to fucking talk about it?" snapped Frankie. "I'm in
enough pain without you having to remind me every five fucking minutes."
"Well, excuse me."
"Guys, why don't you both just cool it, okay?" asked Matt irritably.
"You guys feeling anything else, I mean, like compared to yesterday?"
Jesse dared to ask.
"You mean like horny?" asked Greg.
"Yeah."
"As a goat."
"Me too," Matt observed.
"Then, that's a good sign, no?"
"Yeah, I guess."
It did give the boys something positive to think about, but only for a
moment. Even the return of feelings between their legs could not compete
with the stomach and bladder cramps they were experiencing. Yesterday they
had been in agony over their masculinity, having ended their session with
Doctor Redderik certain that they had the anti-virility virus in a bad way.
Depressed, humiliated, and anxious, they had lain in bed the rest of the
day eating the special diet the doctor had prescribed, a large bowl of bran
flakes with sliced banana, the bran giving their intestines bulk and the
banana ensuring they would not be constipated, besides providing potassium
for their sperm production, a thirty-two-ounce glass of iced tea ensuring
their bladders would be filled to capacity, and a milky emulsion of
proteins to build up their sperm count and stimulate the production of the
fluids that make up their ejaculate mixed with a healthy dose of a powerful
aphrodisiac.
After being fed the diet every two hours from five to eleven that
night, they woke up with a very different agony, the physical agony of
having to take the crap of their lives, a bladder so full they were certain
the dam was going to burst with each cautious move they made, and a morning
wood that refused to go down. Their needs fell on deaf ears when they were
brought their seven o'clock breakfast and nine o'clock meal. At eleven
they were given a large glass of orange juice, spiked with ground up
Viagra, fitted with diapers, and paraded once again through the hospital to
a combination lecture and examination room, waddling after the doctor as if
they were nine months pregnant and feeling like it, and walking as
bowlegged as any veteran cowboy.
They stood there uncomfortably as the doctor went on and on about
retention and elasticity and resiliency and other things they either were
too much in pain to concentrate on or had no idea what he was talking
about. Even when he mentioned that they were in a teaching hospital, and
that they frequently brought in medical students to observe their patients,
and sometimes students from the local schools, and reminded the boys that
the papers they'd signed the previous day gave him permission to do so,
they didn't pay that much attention. Of course none of them had bothered
to read the small print of the dozen forms they'd been given to fill out
the previous day. He finally asked if they had any problem if he did that,
knowing of course the boys would have no idea what they were getting into,
and would most likely say yes out of habit and out of desperation to get
this next part of their exam over with. Of course they did exactly as he'd
predicted. Smiling, he told Nurse Bjornson to bring in the students. To
the surprise of his four patients, twenty-one boys between the ages of ten
and fourteen from the local middle school including their two younger
interviewers, their young, handsome, third-year teacher, and the two older
boys who had interviewed them the day before filed into the room and took
their seats.
It being early in the year and their first class visit to the
hospital, the boys were particularly hyper, especially the older students
who'd been told by former students of Mister Darlington, their teacher,
about the hands on nature of Doctor Redderik's health class sessions, which
were so wild none of them seriously believed they could possibly be true,
but over which every one of them had more than a few wet dreams and jerk
off sessions wishing it were. Today they were about to find out the truth
and could barely contain themselves. Seeing the four teenagers in diapers
caused immediate smirks and giggles, and a few shocked looks by those who
recognized who the four patients were. Their teacher tried to quieten them
of course, but to little avail.
Having had a year's experience bringing his classes to the hospital
now, Mister Darlington knew the truth about these visits and had been
dreading this day for a week. He had resolved over the summer that he
would stand up to the doctor and refuse to bring his young, impressionable
students to the doctor's educational sessions in the new school year, but
he had discovered that the doctor had a lot of pull in the town. The day
after he had adamantly turned down the doctor's invitation to bring his
class to the hospital this Tuesday, he had been phoned by both the
Superintendent of Schools and the Board Chairman reminding him of their
policy on partnerships in the community and expressing their disappointment
he'd refused to take advantage of the offer from the prominent and highly
respected physician. He knew, without being told, that explaining why he
had refused would not only do him no good, but would probably get him in
further trouble.
"Now," began Doctor Redderik, "I think most of you know who our famous
patients who have so graciously volunteered to be part of today's lesson
are. They gave an in-depth interview yesterday to Perry and Jimmy for your
newspaper, and to Jason and Shaun for the high school and whom I invited to
be part of today's lesson in case you're wondering why the four of them are
here too. But before I begin, I'll let them introduce themselves for
anyone who might not know who they are."
Each of the boys nervously introduced himself, each wondering after
yesterday's experience and their current condition just what the doctor was
going to do. Among other things, they'd discovered the man had no concept
of privacy. "Now, today we are going to talk about three very basic body
functions. But first, I need four volunteers from Mister Darlington's
class." The boys glanced at each other, not eager to volunteer not knowing
what to expect and being at that self-conscious age, but curious at the
same time. Finally four of the bolder held up their hands, a
fourteen-year-old and his buddy, both of whom had heard stories about this
class and who now faced with the possibility the stories were true were
both eager to be participants but at the same time anxious what that might
involve, a twelve-year-old honour student and class suck who was accustomed
to volunteering, and a ten-year-old who was simply of a curious nature when
it came to anything related to science. Each of them were told to come up
and stand beside one of the patients. "Now, I want you to stick your hand
inside the front of your patient's diaper up to your third knuckles, and
then feel back and forth like this," the doctor said, demonstrating by
slipping his fingers in his pants, "and tell me what you feel."
The boys snorted in surprise as they glanced at him and then at each
other and as their class snickered. As they began to do as they'd been
told, giggling self-consciously, the class snickered and giggled even more.
The four patients turned bright red as they felt the boys' fingers slip
inside their diapers and over their taut stomachs.
"Now, what can you tell me about their stomachs?"
"They're fat," one of the two oldest boys responded.
"Fat?"
"Well, swollen," the boy said, and the others nodded their agreement.
"Anything else?"
"They're hard."
"Right. In this condition we say they are extended. Does anyone know
why a boy's stomach might be swollen like that?" Although they had some
ideas, none were sure enough to say. "Well, let's see if we can find out.
First, so our patients aren't unduly influenced by what we say or do or by
other factors, we're going to blindfold them, and give them these
earplugs." The four patients did not like the idea, but knowing they had
no choice, they stood there passively as the doctor inserted the earplugs
and blindfolded them. "Cory," he said, addressing the fourteen-year-old
who had spoken after he was finished inserting the earplugs and
blindfolding his patients, "I want you to stand behind Frankie and slip
your hands in his diaper along the crevice between his stomach and thighs,
like this." The boy did as he was told, the class quiet and attentive now
as they wondered what was going on. "Good. Now push in." Frankie
clenched his peehole closed as the pressure on his bladder increased.
"Harder." Cory pushed harder and Frankie struggled to keep his piss from
bursting past his clenched sphincter. "Harder."
"Doctor, I can't hold it back. I really can't," Frankie announced
desperately.
"If pressure alone won't do it, touch will," advised the doctor to the
class as Cory removed his hands. Taking the fourteen-year-old's right
hand, he placed his fingertips at the tip of the bulge in Frankie's diaper
and told him to softly rub in concentric circles, causing the young student
to blush and the class to twitter. Someone observed that he should be used
to doing that, referring to doing himself, to which Cory responded by
giving him a finger with his other hand. The class immediately glanced at
their teacher but he didn't do a thing to reprimand them.
Frankie strained to hold it back but there was no way he was able to.
"Oh God," he sighed as he gave in and Doctor Redderik quickly told Cory to
remove his hand. The odour, and the widening darkening of Frankie's diaper
left no doubt in everyone's mind what was happening and the boys giggled
and snickered and stared in disbelief. Of course with the tea and the
diuretic, there was far too much for the Depends to hold, and soon the
diaper was sodden with his piss and it was trickling down his leg to form a
pool about his naked feet, much to his embarrassment and continued
amusement of the class. Frankie Galasso, the heartthrob of thousands of
girls, was standing there in front of them in a diaper pissing himself!
"So, as you can see, the mind can exercise powerful control over a
guy's bodily functions, and is one of the first controls a baby learns in
order to avoid that uncomfortable wet feeling, but pressure or touch can
overpower the mind and cause a guy to urinate against his will. Now,
another stimulation the mind reacts to is sound. Damon," he said,
addressing the ten-year-old, "I want you to remove Greg's diaper, and then
his ear plugs and hold this bed pan in front of him. Now for this, you all
have to be very, very quiet."
Greg was surprised to feel his diaper fall off of him, and he
immediately slipped his hands before him to cover his privates. As his ear
plugs were removed, the doctor told him to leave his hands by his side and
he reluctantly did so. A second later he heard a tap running, and then a
bubbling brook, a water fall, and a sound very similar to that of a guy
pissing in a toilet bowl. With each the need to take a leak increased and
he tried to hold back but with the last, as the sound grew louder, he could
not hold back any longer, and he let the dam break. The class giggled as
at first he overshot the bed pan and Damon quickly reacted only to
overestimate and hold the pan too far. Greg blushed a bright red with the
laughter of the class, having no idea why they were laughing other than the
sight of him standing there pissing, but once he started he could not stop.
After a couple seconds it sounded as if his piss was filling a tin
container of some sort. The class glanced at each other in surprise and
amusement. First Frankie Galasso standing there pissing his diaper and now
Greg Raposo standing there stark naked and pissing into a bed pan in front
of them as if there was no end.
"Now, again as you can see, the mind has powerful control, but the
sense of sound can overpower it. Does anyone here have to take a leak?"
The boys giggled and more than a few squirmed. "Come now. Not one of you?
I don't believe that. Maybe we need to play the tape again?" Several hands
went up, knowing that playing the tape a second time could have
embarrassing results. One of the hands that went up was that of twelve
year old Tyrrell standing beside Matt. "Much, much better. You must
remember, in this class never be afraid or embarrassed to answer. We are
all guys here after all. At least I think we are, aren't we?" he joked and
the class giggled.
"Now, Tyrrell, do you think you can fill this for us?" he asked,
handing the boy a beaker. The boy blushed and chuckled with amusement and
uncertainty, not believing the doctor could be serious. From the look in
his eyes, he was. He glanced at his classmates. As a top student and high
achiever he was more confident and self-assured than most twelve-year-olds,
and that plus the fact his intelligence was not always appreciated by his
classmates, overcame his hesitance. Taking a leak in front of everyone
would certainly help him dispel his geek image. Taking the beaker to the
cheers of the class, he pulled down his fly and self-consciously pulled out
his limp dick. It was only a matter of seconds before he began to fill the
glass to everyone's amusement and a round of clapping, and with the
distinct sound of his piss filling the beaker with not a little discomfort
for a few. He filled the beaker practically to the rim. Shaking his limp
dick off, he struggled with one hand to tuck his dick back in his pants.
Doctor Redderik quickly came to his rescue, not by holding the beaker for
him as he'd expected, but by slipping his fingers about his dick and
tucking it back in his pants and underwear, and then pulling up his fly for
him. That simple act confirmed rumours several of the older boys had heard
about the doctor, and they squirmed uncomfortably as another need caused
their young dicks to twitch.
"Now hold the beaker under Matt's nose." He did and from the look on
Matt's face it was evident he was struggling. Not having had any diuretic,
Tyrrell's urine was much darker, and of a much stronger odour. Removing
Matt's ear plugs, the doctor told him to inhale deeply and repeatedly.
Seconds later his diaper began to darken, and the slender eighteen-year-old
star stood there totally mortified as his hot urine flooded over his groin,
drenching his balls and spurting cock, flowing over his stomach, and
soaking into his disposable diaper and wicking up the cloth and spreading
over his butt. Like Frankie, it was not long before the Depends was sodden
and his piss was trickling down his legs and pooling about his naked feet.
"Now, Tanner," the doctor continued, addressing the other
fourteen-year-old, "you can remove Jesse's blindfold and ear plugs, and his
diaper, and then give him this bed pan." From the unmistakable odour of
urine Jesse had suspected one or more of his former band mates had been
unable to hold back, and he now glanced over at this three fellow
performers, at Frankie and Matt standing there in their soaked diapers and
a pool of piss and at Greg standing there stark naked like himself and a
bed pan of piss on the floor before him. Unlike himself, his former band
mates were still blindfolded.
"Now, Jesse, hold the bed pan before you and go ahead and relieve
yourself, and Tanner, help Jesse by taking his penis and aiming it for
him."
Both boys looked at the doctor in surprise, and then at each other in
embarrassment. Tanner could not believe what he'd heard. Hold another
guy's dick, and while he was pissing? He had heard that Doctor Redderik's
classes involved some messing around, and could be pretty raunch, but he
hadn't expected this. He glanced at Jesse's limp dick. He'd never held
another guy's dick in his life, and had never even thought about it. He
was no fag. Jesse was hesitant too, but not quite to the same extent.
With the pressure on his bladder and the odour of fresh urine filling the
room, seeing the others had all relieved themselves, and glad that at least
he was not going to have to go in his diaper, which had to be totally
embarrassing, and uncomfortable as hell besides, he figured it was not
going to be that bad, even with a boy he'd never met holding his dick. So
did the class as they began stamping their feet and telling the two to do
it.
Tanner slowly reached over and slipped his fingers about Jesse's limp
dick to the cheers of his classmates. His dick felt surprisingly warm and
soft, and when he began to leak a second later he could feel his piss
streaming through the shaft. It wasn't that bad. Besides, how many guys
could claim to have held the dick of Jesse McCartney! He had no idea how,
or even if, he'd tell his girlfriend about this experience, but at least
all of his classmates would know about it. Jesse had little difficulty
relieving himself despite having an audience of twenty-three boys and two
adults and a strange boy holding his penis. As the pan began filling, his
main concern, and that of Tanner also, was that he might overflow the pan.
To their relief he finished before it did. When Tanner was told to shake
off Jesse's dick, the perversity of what he'd just done sank in and the boy
began to blush with embarrassment.
"Now, as I said, the mind is very powerful and can control if and when
a guy urinates, as you have just seen. Now why do you think I asked Tanner
to hold Jesse's penis?"
"Because he's a fag," one of Tanner's buddies joked to the boy sitting
beside him, not realizing the acoustics in the lecture theatre would pick
up his whisper. Tanner immediately responded with a finger but the
narrowing of his eyes and the smirk on his face showed he knew his buddy
was joking. The class twittered with amusement, and with apprehension over
the overt profanity.
As Doctor Redderik cleared his throat, the room fell silent and they
waited for the certain reprimand. "I'm glad you said that," Doctor
Redderik said, much to everyone's surprise, and the relief of the boy who'd
said it. "Taking a leak is a very normal, natural thing, something every
one of us does at least once a day, sometimes more often. There is no need
to be embarrassed about it, or ashamed of it, or to do it in secret. That
is why the boy's room has a row of urinals instead of individual stalls.
It's a natural thing all boys do. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a
boy holding another's penis while he does it either. You hold your own, so
what difference should it make holding another's?" He paused to let them
think about that. As far as the boys in the room were concerned, there was
a big difference, one they were surprised the doctor didn't know, the one
Michael had suggested as a joke. "Right, there is none," he said, taking
their silence as agreement. Of course he knew better, but he also knew by
suggesting nobody in the room had a problem with that, he'd be planting
doubts in the minds of those boys who did. "That taking a leak is
something dirty or private is a false idea started by mothers because they
are envious that they don't have a hose they can use to aim their pee at
things like boys can." The boys all giggled, and some could see how
mothers would feel that way. It was certainly an aspect of taking a leak
that none of them had thought about before and made them think twice about
the doctor's comment about it being a natural function, and about there
being nothing wrong with holding another guy's while he did it. A couple
decided in fact to ask Tanner how it had felt.
Having the boys insert the plugs in the ears of Jesse, Matt and Greg
once again, and having Jesse blindfolded once more, Doctor Redderik
continued. "Now, Tanner and Damon, I want you to feel Greg's and Jesse's
stomachs again. Do you feel any difference?"
"Not really," replied Tanner after feeling Jesse's extended stomach,
and Damon agreed.
"So, there is something else that must be distending their stomachs.
Does anyone have any suggestions what might be doing that?" From the
exchange of glances, it was evident that many did. "Well, nobody?" A
couple of the more daring boys put up their hands. "Just you few? Come
now! Remember what I said about not being afraid or embarrassed to answer
my questions." Most of the rest put up their hands. He finally selected a
ten-year-old boy in the front.
"Poop," he said to the giggles of the others.
"Well, that very well can be. Shall we see?"
"Yes!" cheered the entire class, totally forgetting their teacher by
then who was sitting on the side wishing he was not there.
"Now, the mind can control defecation just like urination," Doctor
Redderik began. One of the ten-year-old boys raised his hand. "Yes?"
"What's defa-, defa-?" he began.
"Defecation," replied the doctor. "Can anyone here answer that?"
Almost everyone's hand went up. One of the older boys in the back was
selected.
"It's taking a crap," he responded, and everyone giggled.
"Right," the doctor replied, confirming for the remaining doubters
that you did not have to fear being punished for saying things that were
right but you'd never be able to say in school, which was, as far as they
were concerned, how school should be also. "Now, the mind can be
influenced by the same four stimuli as in urination. Who can remember the
first sense we looked at that was stronger than the mind?"
"Pressure and touch."
"Very good. Let's see if the same applies to . . . Matt," he said,
pretending to select the boy at that moment, but in reality having
rehearsed his lesson many times in his mind since the Dream Street boys had
made their appointment. Slipping his hand inside the eighteen-year-old's
pissy diaper, the doctor knew exactly where to press. At the same time he
slipped his other hand down the back of Matt's diaper and began to caress
his butthole, much to the amusement of his young audience. With the
blindfold and the earplugs, Matt had no idea who had their hands in his
diaper, but he knew what they were trying to do, and rather than fight what
was going to happen sooner or later, he let it happen. As soon as he
relaxed his sphincter and the first thick turd began to emerge, there was
going to be no going back. The relief was just too great to stop at one.
Even when the doctor removed his blindfold and earplugs and he saw the
audience of boys sitting there smirking and leering as he began filling his
diaper he could not stop. One by one his turds oozed out almost as if on
their own, and being blocked by the diaper, spread out over his buttocks to
make room for the next.
"Now," said the doctor, leading Greg around behind Matt, "you'll
recall another sense that was more powerful than the mind was the sense of
smell. Does anyone here smell anything?"
"Yes!" came the booming chorus.
"Well, let's see what the effect is here on Greg." Helping the
handsome, naked teen squat down behind Matt so his nose was almost in his
diaper, which was still rapidly filling, he picked up a bed pan and slipped
it under the boy. From the odour in the room Greg had no idea who was
doing it but he knew without any doubt what was happening. Between the
odour and his squatting position, combined with his cramps, he had a good
idea what was being expected of him and he no longer cared. Maybe he'd be
lucky and shit on the doctor's shoes, he thought perversely. As the first
turd slowly forced itself out of his anus, the giggling in the class
increased. As with Matt, once he began he could not stop even if he had
wanted to and a second and third turd followed the first. Even when the
doctor removed his earplugs and blindfold and he discovered he was
squatting there with his nose practically in Matt's diaper, which Matt was
still filling, and crapping in a bedpan, he could not stop.
"Now then, what was the third sense?"
"Sound!" the class shouted, unable to curb their enthusiasm at the
sight of the two teenage stars openly taking a crap in front of them.
Turning Jesse around so his back was to the now excited and fidgeting
audience of boys, and removing his earplugs, the doctor told him to spread
his legs and he then placed a pan between them. The overpowering stink of
shit, and the sounds of his two former band mates grunting and deeply
breathing, he, like them, knew that there was no point in resisting. He
inhaled deeply and began to shit, his turds quickly exiting his ass and
dropping with a plop in the pan, to the hooting and delight of the class.
"Now, in our society it has been decided that this very basic function
that every single person performs at least once a day from birth to death
will be done in private, which considering it is something we all do, and
we do as regular as eating, is rather ridiculous, isn't it?" The boys were
not so certain about his conclusion, but they agreed out of courtesy and
respect, and because they were uncertain. "There is no logical reason to
do it in private at all, nor is there any reason a person should be ashamed
about doing it. Now, I want you to watch very closely just what it looks
like as Frankie empties his bowels." Removing the hapless
eighteen-year-old's blindfold and earplugs, the doctor smiled at him
assuringly, and then telling him to turn with his back to the class and to
bend over and grab his knees, he placed a bedpan under his butt and aimed a
camera at his asshole. Like the others, Frankie knew there was no point in
resisting even if he could, which by then with the odour filling the room
and the fact his three band mates were emptying their bowels he could not.
At least he did not have to face the class as they stared up at the screen
and watched for the first time in their lives a closeup of a guy taking a
crap.
The closeup of Frankie's anus slowly opening and the sight of a thick,
brown turd slowly easing out of his hole grossed some of them out, but for
the majority, they sat there with their eyes glued to the screen as it
eased out and Frankie worked his sphincter muscle until finally it tapered
off and dropped into the bedpan. The four boys had full intestines and
their rich brown shit was thick and moist of course, thanks to the diet
they had been fed, and it took a long time for them to complete their jobs,
giving the boys plenty of time to observe them and giving them plenty of
time to be embarrassed as they stood there emptying their bowels with
obvious relief.
That, they discovered, was not the worst of it. The four could not
believe it when the doctor called in Nurse Bjornson and Nurse Parker to
remove their shitty diapers and wipe their shit-smeared butts and clean up
their cracks and assholes. The two nurses had been shocked too when he'd
told them he'd be calling them in to wipe up the boys' butts in front of
the class of students, but the doctor's explanation that young boys had to
be taught proper hygiene and there was no more lasting effect than having
them experiencing the humiliation of having a nurse do the job for them, or
seeing it done to another guy, made a lot of sense. Boys were not the
cleanest of creatures, and if having a nurse do the job to one of their own
in front of them didn't have a lasting effect, nothing would! They were
certainly right about that and even the raunchiest of the boys watching
were embarrassed for the four teens getting their backsides wiped.
Finishing their messy job, they sprayed the room with deodorant, leaving
behind a bucket of ice water as the doctor had instructed as they carted
away the bed pans and shitty diapers.
Taking the four face cloths that had been soaking in the water, the
doctor wrapped them about the dicks and balls of his four patients, causing
them to immediately begin to shrivel. "Now, the last natural body function
we'll talk about today is getting an erection and having an ejaculation."
Again there was a twitter through the class. This was even better than the
rumours had said! "As with urination and defecation, the mind has a big
role in deciding when and how fast a boy gets an erection, and like in
urination and defecation, the mind can be over ruled by the senses. Now,
for example, let's see what effect smell has." Taking out a plastic bag,
he opened it up and pulled out a pair of soiled panties, purloined from the
sister of one of his boy patients. "Let's see if our four volunteers for
today's lesson find the smell of a girl's pussy gross, or hot. If they
like the smell of a girl's pussy, what do you think should happen?"
"They get hard," one of the boys in the class observed.
As the doctor removed the cold face clothes, the class twittered at
the sight of the four naked boys standing there with shrivelled up balls
and dicks no larger than their kid brothers', and with their shaved pubes,
looking very much like their kid brothers. Of course none of the boys
found sniffing a girl's soiled panties hot, as the doctor had suspected,
and even if one of them had, he knew it would not have been powerful enough
to raise their half-frozen dicks.
"Well I guess that was evident," he said as he put the panties away
and took out a second plastic bag containing a soiled jock strap from the
same boy patient. "Now let's see if they like the smell of a boy's sweaty
crotch. If they do, what do you think will happen?" The same boy as who
had answered before answered again and the class twittered even louder.
Once again he held the object to the noses of his four patients. Of course
the boys, familiar with the smell and their mind immediately calling up
memories of sexual experiences they'd had associated with the smell, could
not help but have a physical reaction even if slight, which of course the
doctor quickly pointed out incase any of the class had not noticed.
Knowing what some of the boys would be thinking about a boy who got turned
on by the smell of another boy's balls, the doctor quickly pointed out that
it was a common and natural reaction, again pointing out that boys were not
offended by their natural functions or body odours, wanting of course to
promote that attitude among his young and impressionable audience.
"Now, we've been talking about senses, this afternoon, but there is a
sense we have not yet talked about. Can anyone tell me what it is?".
"Sight," a couple boys called out.
"Taste," observed several others.
"Very good," the doctor said with a smile. "Let's talk about sight
first and see what effect sight has on our four patients." Slipping a disk
into the large screen DVD player, the doctor treated the class to their
first porn movie, a group of school cheerleaders who were changing into
their uniforms and talking about boys, at the same time caressing their
breasts and running their hands along their thighs and pussies. Every one
of the boys in the class began to swell, as did the four patients, but of
course with their cold dicks, the four teens standing before them were much
slower to react. The movie switched to the boy's locker room with raunchy
talk about fucking and getting blown and lots of crotch shots with the boys
fiddling with themselves, which of course got all the boys in the class
even hornier, and of course the four patients continued to respond also.
"So, as you can see, and I think many of you can profess from personal
experience, the sight of naked bodies can cause a boy to become erect," the
doctor observed and the boys in the class giggled and glanced at each other
sheepishly.
"Now, let's see the effect of sound," he continued, as the cameraman
shot the ceiling and all that could be heard were the sounds of kissing,
grunting, panting, and slurping. Of course the four boys on display could
not hide their reaction, and almost everyone in the class was squirming
with arousal. "Now, is there anyone who was not turned on by those
sounds?" the doctor asked as he paused the video. Of course there was
none. "Then let's see just what was going on." The camera lowered and
showed not the jocks and cheerleaders but just the locker room of jocks
kissing, ass fucking, and sucking, to the snorts of surprise and
embarrassment of the class. The doctor of course teased them about what
they thought they were hearing, and at the same time made a pitch for the
naturalness of same sex activity among horny boys, skilfully planting the
seeds of attitude that he wanted to develop among this new batch of boy
toys.
"Now, what did you say was the other sense we have not yet discussed?"
"Taste," one of them said, and the others giggled as the possibilities
came to mind.
"Let's have the four boys who volunteered to help us at the beginning
of the class come back down." Giggling and embarrassed by the obvious
effects the lesson had had on them, and teased by their classmates who were
all suffering the same condition, the four boys stepped forward. "Okay,
pair up with the boy you were paired with before," the doctor instructed
and they quickly did so. "Now, Matt, Greg, Frankie, and Jesse, I want each
of you squat down in front of your partners as your partners pull out their
dicks." The four boys from the class giggled in surprise and nervousness
and glanced at each other uncertainly, but by then were so randy and so
caught up in the doctor's lesson that they did as they were told. At the
same time the four hapless celebrities reluctantly squatted down, knowing
what was coming but not knowing how to get out of it. Nobody was surprised
by the doctor's next direction.
Matt could not believe what he was doing as he stuck out his tongue
and ran it along the shaft and over the knob of the grade seven student.
Eighteen, one hundred percent straight, with female fans across the country
writing to fan clubs about how hot he was, kneeling there before a class of
boys licking the stiff dick of a twelve-year-old boy. Young Tyrrell could
not believe it either as his dick throbbed and jerked with arousal. This
was totally wicked and he was so glad he had spoken up and volunteered.
Greg knelt there in disbelief and disgust also as he licked
ten-year-old Damon's tiny, smooth morsel, the boy's stiff dick jutting up
out of his fly with arousal. Having had sex with Aaron earlier on his tour
had been repugnant enough, but at least he had been furthering his career
by having sex with the faggot. If what he was doing at the moment ever got
out his career would be ruined! Damon on the other hand was feeling
ecstatic as he watched the eighteen-year- old's tongue swirling about his
knob and he squirmed with the ripples of pleasure pulsating out from his
knob.
Frankie was thinking much the same thing as Greg as he licked the
stiff dick of the grade eight student standing before him. He had been hit
on by several older guys, and while not harbouring any gay desires himself,
he had nothing against those who did, but this was a fourteen-year-old boy,
and he was doing it before his class, and his teacher. Of course what he
did not know, was that he was also on live cam being broadcast to the
Brewster home and to Chris Trousdale.
Jesse was wondering what his boyfriend Aaron would think as he licked
fourteen-year- old Tanner's erect dick. He knew he would understand, and
they had agreed that they would not expect the other to remain celibate
while they were apart. What bothered him more than what Aaron might think
was that he was enjoying it, and would have readily gone down on the boy.
Thinking back to his recent sexual adventure with Chris Trousdale and
Stevie Brock at the Hudson Riverfest, his cock began to swell even faster
with the hot memory and he began to realize for the first time why Aaron
was such a cock hound. As for Tanner, he was definitely enjoying it, and
as he glanced up into the lecture theatre, he wondered how his best buddy
Michael might feel about doing it with each other. What he did not know,
was that his best buddy Michael was wondering exactly the same thing as he
reached down and squeezed his aching boner as he watched his buddy getting
his stiff cock licked.
"Now, we can clearly see the effect of taste," said the doctor,
referring to the steady swelling of the cold dicks of the four boys on
their knees. "And the effects of moisture and temperature," he added,
referring of course to the four students and causing their classmates to
exchange grins. "Of course we all know the effect of the final sense, the
sense of touch, on our organs, don't we?" he asked with a sly smile and
they all giggled.
Having the four students return to their seats and his patients get
back on their feet, he continued. "Now, we all know how a guy's penis can
sometimes pop up unexpectedly and at the most embarrassing times," he
observed, and they all grinned sheepishly, either having had it happen or
knowing an older friend or brother who had it happen. "But there are other
times where the mind can do it. Like when we think of a girlfriend, or a
boyfriend," he observed, purposefully speaking slowly so they could think
about what he said and so he could note the expressions on their faces,
especially with the mention of boyfriends. "Or at night when we have wet
dreams," he continued, taking a moment again to read the class and to
mentally note those boys who from their facial expressions had such
experiences for perhaps later checkups. "Then of course there are
fantasies, and reading hot stories. Let me give you an example." He took
out one of his favourites, a gay fantasy from the Internet featuring young
idols, and read a part of it. By then the entire class was hard and aching
for satisfaction and the boys squirmed uncomfortably with the graphic
descriptions of boys fucking and sucking each other. After what they'd
just been forced to do combined with the Viagra and aphrodisiacs, the four
celebrities had finally become stiff themselves, which of course they could
not hide, and as the doctor read the passages their stiff cocks wagged with
desire, which everyone in the class noticed.
"Now, can someone tell me why a guy's penis gets hard?"
"So he can screw," one of the boys volunteered, so horny he, like the
rest of the class, had lost his inhibitions.
"Right," responded the doctor. "Getting an erection is a sign that
the male is ready to engage in sex, whether that be with a girl or with
another guy," he explained, observing the reaction of the boys and who
exchanged glances with whom, "and whether that be screwing, sucking, or
masturbation." He had the entire class under his control now, and he knew
it. "Now, another thing the mind controls is ejaculation, but only to a
limit. A man can hold himself back for a while, but there reaches a point
where the physical stimulation is too much and he comes. Let's see how
long these boys can resist coming."
He turned to address his four patients. "There are several indicators
of virility we are testing for here," he advised softly so only they could
hear as he handed each a clear plastic glass, "the amount of ejaculate you
can produce, the number of times you can come in a short period of time,
and your ability to hold back as long as you can." He smiled, knowing the
boys would now participate in his next little game full-heartedly, and then
spoke louder so everyone could hear. "I want you boys to grasp yourselves
at the base of your dicks and as the class counts, I want you to stroke,
and continue stroking until you come." Holding up his hand and then
dropping it, he lead the class off counting. It took a few attempts before
they were counting in unison and at a slow and reasonable pace and their
four patients were stroking in time with the counting.
It was as if he was controlling their minds. There was no way they
wanted to be jerking off in front of a class of young boys, but the ache
between their legs was too great to ignore, just like a scab can't be left
alone until it is picked, and his last words were repeating in their minds.
No matter how embarrassing and humiliating it was, they had to hold back as
long as they could, when they came they had to shoot all they could, and
they had to do it as many times as possible. So they stood there in front
of the class, stroking their stiff, aching cocks in unison as the class
counted, humiliated like they had never been before but enjoying a
throbbing, piercing pleasure between their legs like they had never felt
before either. Each of them knew the pleasure of pleasuring themselves,
but never had they felt so horny, nor such pleasure, as they were at the
moment. Their cocks seemed to throb and to grow still stiffer and still
thicker with each stroke, the result of the Viagra and aphrodisiacs they
had consumed. They inhaled and exhaled deeply with the pleasure of their
dick heads itching and burning with desire and with the growing tension
deep in their groins.
Frankie was the first to shoot. He threw his head back and gasped
with the pleasure as he felt his cum race up the core of his swollen,
aching shaft and spurt out of the tip with such force he was surprised it
didn't crack the glass he was holding in front of his cock to catch his
shot. The first spurt was followed by a second, third and fourth with
equal force and volume. He was still coming when Matt began to shoot his
load with equal delight and force, and seconds later sixteen-year-old Jesse
was panting with his ejaculation. The last to come, Greg groaned openly
with the pleasure of his release. The four teen celebrities stood there
shooting their cum before the class of boys, aware of the perversity and
the humiliation of what was happening but overcome by the sheer pleasure of
finally releasing their load. They had all come within seconds of each
other, and they were shooting a thick load like they'd never shot before,
giving them the first sense of hope for their virility in the past
twenty-four hours.
As for the twenty-one health students from the middle school and the
two teens from the high school, they sat there staring at the four
celebrity heartthrobs shooting their loads in disbelief, the fact the four
boys were famous and swooned over by thousands of girls making watching
them jacking off just like three-quarters of them did all the hotter. For
most it was the first time they'd ever seen another boy jacking off, and
for a third the first time they'd ever seen semen. For every one of them,
they'd never felt so horny in their lives and more than a few reached down
and squeezed themselves to ease the desire. Some could not hold back and
found themselves creaming their underwear and they sat there filling their
boxers and briefs with their hot, thick creamy teenage loads with pleasure
and with sudden embarrassment. As their thick, hot cum soaked into their
underwear and oozed down around their tight balls, they panted with their
release, having never been so hot in all their lives.
Still in a horny daze, the class was lined up six to a celebrity, with
their teacher making the sixth in the row beside Jesse. The boy at the
front of each of the four rows was given a fresh glass and instructed to
engage in a mutual jerk off with the celebrity beside him. And so Jason,
the boy from the high school who had interviewed the famous four the day
before and who had chosen to stand beside Frankie and was the first in his
row, pulled out his stiff, aching cock and offered it to the famous teen
performer while he reached out for Frankie's still stiff cock. Jason could
not believe it as he wrapped his fingers about Frankie's erection and began
to slowly pump his hand as he'd done his own, and as he'd done the dicks of
several of his close buddies. As a gay teenager, he had spent many a jerk
off session listening to the music of the Dream Street band and fantasizing
doing one or the other and having them please him. He was living his
fantasy, thanks to Doctor Redderik, whom he would never be able to thank
enough, though as the doctor stood there watching he was already planning
ways in which the handsome grade twelve student could pay him back. As for
Frankie, he was feeling too horny and had been through too much to be doing
anything other than enjoying the pleasure of having his aching, throbbing
boner stroked as he wrapped his fingers about the eighteen-year-old student
and brought him the same pleasure.
Beside him Matt and one of the thirteen-year-olds were hotly engaged
in their own mutual jerk off session. Matt could not believe what was
happening to him. It was like he was in the middle of a nightmare but wide
awake, aware of what was going on around him but like in a dream unable to
do anything about it. He was eighteen, worshipped by teenage girls across
the continent, one hundred percent straight, and being jerked off by a
thirteen-year-old stranger and wanking off the boy's slender, throbbing
boner not just with pleasure but with eagerness. As the boy's hand stroked
his throbbing cock, he could hear Doctor Redderik's voice. His virility
was being tested by how long he could hold back, how much he could shoot,
and how often he could cum. Inhaling deeply, he concentrated on the first.
Being gay, Jesse was not faced with the inner turmoil of engaging in
sex with another boy as were his three band mates, but he was faced with
the fact that he was engaging in the act with a ten-year-old boy who had
whispered to him as they'd begun that he'd never done this before, not even
to himself, and that if he was doing it wrong to show him how to do it
right. That he was engaging in a mutual jerking off with a virgin was hot,
but it was also disturbing, the boy being so young. The boy was eager and
willing though, and the awkwardness of his stroking and his wide-eyed awe,
and the look of pleasure slowly illuminating his face soon made Jesse
forget any reservations about what they were doing and he began to focus on
pleasing the boy to make this his best jerk off session ever as his own
cock throbbed with desire.
Beside them was Greg and fourteen-year-old Perry, one of the boys from
the middle school who had interviewed them. Both boys were straight but
anyone watching them wanking each other off would never have known. The
two boys were eagerly pumping each other's stiff, aching organ, and they
were both breathing heavily and deeply with the pleasure throbbing through
their stiff organs. Perry, who had already impressed his girlfriend with
the news he'd interviewed the boys of the former Dream Street, wondered
what his girl would say if she knew he was now jerking one of them off, and
being jerked off himself. Of course that was not going to be something
he'd ever be able to share with her, which was a shame in a way. Actually,
that he was engaging in the act at all was a surprise to him being totally
straight and hopefully about to lose his virginity to his girl, but then
Doctor Redderik had said that jacking off was a natural urge, and that
there was nothing wrong with boys enjoying what came naturally, unlike
girls who had to be tricked or coaxed into doing anything sexual. It was
not something he quite understood, but after the interview yesterday Doctor
Redderik had spoken to him privately and suggested that they make an
appointment, and he was sure the doctor would help clear things up
regarding that. At the moment, he just let himself enjoy getting one off,
something he'd only done alone in his bedroom up until then. It was not
long before he was shooting his load into the empty glass he was holding
and Greg was shooting his second load to join the first in the glass that
he was holding.
As each boy was done, he stepped aside and watched as the next took
his place. The lecture theatre was charged with lust and the air heavy
with the scent of boy sweat and fresh cum. A few of the boys tucked their
cocks back in their pants when they were done, but most left them hanging
out. They were all young and healthy boys and it was impossible not to
become erect again under the circumstances. As they did, Doctor Redderik
motioned for them to rejoin the line, picking whichever celebrity they
wanted.
Frankie shuddered as he shot his seventh load into the glass, his cock
still burning just as hotly and with just as much pleasure as when he'd
jacked himself off in front of the chanting class, which seemed like hours
ago. This time though it was not his hand, but the hot little hand of a
doe-eyed ten-year-old boy, and it was not his cock that he was pumping, but
the slender, three-inch boner of the young student. As the boy trembled
and gasped with his dry orgasm, the first in his life, Frankie observed to
himself that the boy's tiny, tight balls were about the same size as his
now that they'd been drained seven times. Seven times! There could be no
doubt about his virility after coming that often, and from the almost
half-filled glass of his ball slime, each load had been copious. The three
remaining boys waiting in line were going to be bringing him off dry, but
the way he was feeling at the moment, he did not care.
Matt was jerking off and being jerked off by the ten-year-old buddy of
the boy who was wanking Frankie. The eighteen-year-old star still could
not believe what he was doing, and even more so, he could not believe the
pleasure throbbing through his stiff cock as the young boy pumped his fist
eagerly up and down his cock. He was eighteen and liked girls and only
girls, but being jacked off by an innocent ten-year-old boy had him pumping
out the seventh load that afternoon like it was his first. Of course, he
thought with a smile, no matter how perverse that was, it was proof of his
virility. The boy watched the older teen spurting out his semen, the first
semen he'd ever seen, and as he glanced up and saw the smile of contentment
on his face, he knew he was the cause of that look of pleasure. And then
his body began to jerk as he reached his first orgasm and he trembled and
groaned with the new and unique pleasure. In the throes of his ecstasy he
glanced over at his buddy and the two boys smiled, knowing that after this
lesson the two of them would be engaging in this newly discovered pleasure
with each other many times, much to the thanks of Doctor Redderik, who,
unbeknownst to the boys, they would be rewarding for introducing them to
this secret pleasure.
Sixteen-year-old Shaun, who had interviewed the boys the previous day,
rarely engaged in the pleasure himself, and had never engaged in it with
another boy. He had a girlfriend, and they were making out regularly. So,
he'd been reluctant to join the line of boys and had lined up last. As the
line had moved up, he could not deny his horniness, and as he'd finally
reached the front of the line he could not deny the pleasure of having his
bone wanked, even if it was by a faggot like Greg Raposo, and even if he
had to do the faggot also. Whenever his girl went on about how awesome
Greg was, he would be hard pressed not to tell her just what sort of boy he
was, that he had watched her hero take a piss and a crap in front of a
class of middle school boys, and that he was a hundred percent faggot who
got off jerking off guys and being jerked off by them. Greg, concentrating
on holding back as he felt his seventh orgasm approaching, saw the look of
contempt and disgust in the boy's eyes mixed with undeniable pleasure as he
pumped the boy's throbbing cock. He knew what the boy must be thinking of
him and he too felt dirty and disgusted with what he was doing, but like
the boy, he had no choice. Doctor Redderik noticed young Shaun's look also
and his stiff cock throbbed with arousal. He would have to book an
appointment with the handsome, curly haired student soon and begin working
on an attitude adjustment. He had a feeling it was going to be a
challenge, but he did love a challenge, and it was his responsibility after
all to see the youth of Oklahoma City had a proper, healthy attitude toward
sex.
Take David Darlington for example, presently pumping Jesse McCartney's
cock while the sixteen-year-old star was pumping his. When he had first
met the handsome, dark-eyed teacher who had come in for a physical as part
of the requirement before being hired by the local school board two years
ago he knew it was going to be a challenge getting into the man's pants on
a nonprofessional basis, and an even greater challenge getting him to bring
his classes to him for special instruction. But there he was, now in his
third year, wacking off the sixteen-year-old star along with his students
and about to add his shot of cum to the glass already containing the shots
of four of his students. Oh, there was the little revolt at the beginning
of this year, but he would see the man paid for that.
David Darlington was very much aware that he was being watched by the
good doctor, and that the good doctor was likely scheming up more
perversions for him as the result of his defiance. He should have known
better. As he pumped his fist up and down Jesse's stiff, throbbing cock,
he wondered what the boy thought, being jacked off by a teacher, and
jacking off a teacher. He suspected he was getting off on it. He knew who
the boy was, and from his behaviour, he had to figure that wild orgies were
part of the boy's life as a singer and actor. Making out with a teacher
was probably something he'd later brag about. He was more concerned about
what his students, whom he knew were all watching him, were thinking. They
had to be thinking he was in partnership with Doctor Redderik, that he was
a boy-loving faggot like the doctor. That was what last year's class
thought of him. They never said so, but he could tell in their eyes. He
could tell in the eyes of the boys watching him right at that moment. That
he was engaged to be married didn't mean anything. Some probably thought
it was just a front to hide that he preferred boys. As he began squirting
his semen into the glass he'd been given to hold, he wondered what his
bride to be would think if she could see him being masturbated by a
sixteen-year-old boy while he did the same to the boy. What he did not
know was that the action was being broadcast by live cam to the home of the
Brewster brothers, who saw nothing wrong with what they were seeing and had
themselves had similar fun with many of the adults in their community,
including their teachers, and the home of Chris Trousdale, who thought it
was perfect justice for his former band mate. He would also later find out
that it was being recorded by the doctor for his future amusement, and to
ensure he'd never again have any problems seeking the teacher's
cooperation.
With over three-quarters of the students lining up for a second jerk
off session with the famous celebrities, Doctor Redderik knew that he was
going to be in for another hot year, and that by the time it was over he
will have converted another class of boys to his way of thinking, that sex
was a boy's primary need, and that engaging in sex with other guys, boys
and men, was not only perfectly natural, but the way it should be.
The students finally satiated, Doctor Redderik brought his lesson to a
close. He did not have to tell them to keep what had happened that
afternoon to themselves. He knew that they would tell their close buddies
about their encounter with the four famous teens, spreading the word even
further about his lessons, and ensuring that even more boys would convince
their parents to switch doctors to his practice. Not only would that bring
him more money and spread his reputation as the expert on teen boy
medicine, but it would give him more choices in his private entertainment,
not that he needed that! He also knew that the boys would never reveal
what had happened to anyone else, being too embarrassed to admit having
engaged in sex with other boys, and besides, having found out just how much
fun it was, not wanting to risk losing the opportunity to do it again.
Sending the four boys off to get washed up, he smiled as he headed to
his office. Taking the glasses of semen from his four famous patients, he
carefully labelled them and set them aside for freezing and his later
enjoyment. Grinding up four Viagra tablets, he added two tablespoons of
diuretic powder, two tablespoons of laxative, and five grams of a powerful
new aphrodisiac root he'd gotten from South America. Mixing them
thoroughly, he dissolved equal parts of the mixture in the other four
glasses containing the semen of the students from that afternoon. He had
just finished when his four patients filed into his office and sat down
before him.
Assuring them they had been cured of the virus, pointing out their
tremendous ability to come that afternoon, the copiousness of their loads,
and their ability to hold back under such erotic circumstances, he smiled
as he watched relief pass over each of them. They were so gullible and so
desperate to believe in their virility! Giving each of them one of the
glasses and telling them it was a heath drink to re-energize them and build
up the semen they had lost that day, his smile widened as he watched them
eagerly down the slimy mixture. Finally, he handed each of them a pair of
diapers, telling them that although they had been cured, there could still
be a few aftereffects from the earlier medication they had taken. Removing
their hospital gowns, they put on the diapers, and then their clothes,
which he'd had brought to his office. Having no need for their underwear,
and not knowing what to do with them, they left them with the doctor to
dispose of.
With a final smile, he wished them a safe flight home and called on
Nurse Parker to sign the boys out. Having no other appointments that
afternoon, he took the class list of the boys who had been there that
afternoon and began making notes on each of them and daydreaming about the
many things he and they would be doing over the course of the year. He
could not wait to begin calling them in one by one, and the occasional
pairs of buddies, for their physicals. He would have to plan something
special for their teacher besides as a nice reward for his cooperation that
day. Taking Jesse's Extreme Zone print boxers, he held them to his nose
and inhaled deeply as he pulled down his fly and released his stiff, aching
cock. He'd have to be sure to find some way to reward the mysterious
Brewster brothers for a most delightful two days also, unaware that the
boys were already devising their own schemes for the future.
He and the brothers were still deep in erotic thought an hour later as
the air plane carrying the former Dream Street boys flew overhead on its
way back to New York. Two of them shuffled uncomfortably in their diapers,
the other two having decided they'd had enough embarrassment and didn't
need them and so had gone commando. It was about at that time that the
health drink they had taken began to take effect. It was a shame in a way
that Chris would not know about the final act in his most delightful
revenge.